Page 58 of Dating the Billionaire

She’d always taken pride in her strength, but now she realized she wasn’t as brave as she’d always thought she was. Because if she was brave, she would have been honest with him from the beginning.

She drew in a deep, steadying breath and nodded. “I will be okay,” she agreed. Despite not being quite as strong as she’d thought she was, she was strong enough to pull herself together again.

Even though she’d lost herself for a little while, like her mother had, she wasn’t her mother. She had her work—her business—and in focusing on that, she would find herself again.

Her passion had always been flying.

Until Teo.

But she would find her passion—in flying—again. And that would have to be enough.

Teo was hurting so damn badly that he wanted to hurt someone else. Not Blair...

He didn’t want to hurt Blair. Hell, he never wanted to see Blair again. Or her brother.

Because Grant reminded him too much of Blair. So with wanting nothing to do with Private Flights, he’d been forced to fly commercial again. Hell, he needed to find a pilot. One who didn’t drink or wear disguises.

He had to admit Blair was a damn good pilot—just as her brother had bragged. If only she’d been honest with him.

She hadn’t promised that she would tell him the truth, but Liaisons International had promised that she would. That members didn’t lie or play games or have ulterior motives.

So he’d redirected his anger toward the dating service. And he’d demanded a meeting with Miranda Fox. But he’d had to fly to their main office in Monaco to meet with her, thus the bumpy, overcrowded commercial flight followed by a helicopter ride.

He couldn’t blame his foul mood entirely on it, though. He was furious yet, furious with himself for being duped, furious with himself for falling for a liar, no matter how beautiful she was.

But most of all, he was furious with Liaisons International. His hand shook as he reached for the doorknob of their office suite. He gripped it so hard, he was surprised he didn’t dent the metal. Then he pushed open the door with such force that it swung back and struck the wall behind it.

The young red-haired woman behind the front desk jumped, and a soft cry of surprise slipped out of her lips. “Oh my!”

“I’m Matteo Rinaldi,” he said.

“I know.” She didn’t introduce herself, though, and there was no nameplate on her desk.

“I’m here to meet with Miranda Fox.”

She emitted a soft, almost pitying sigh and repeated, “I know.”

But she didn’t stand up; she didn’t show him to an office.

“Where is she?” he demanded.

“Right here,” a husky female voice replied.

He recognized that voice all too well; he’d spoken to her more than enough times but without ever getting the answers he’d wanted. He turned and was surprised to see a woman who looked almost eerily similar to Blair, just on a smaller, paler scale. “You’re Miranda...”

“And I’m her younger sister, Tabitha,” the red-haired woman behind the desk finally spoke up.

“You look more like Blair’s sister,” he remarked.

The younger woman snorted. “Everybody says that about them.”

Miranda just arched a pale blond brow. “Blair? So you know. She did tell you.”

“That’s something you should have—before I even went out with her!” he yelled, his rage exploding out of him. “You lied to me! You said all the members were honest—that nobody would play games...”

And Blair had played the ultimate game with him, and she’d beaten him like nobody else ever had.

Miranda didn’t even blink an eye, as if she were used to having disgruntled clients screaming at her in the reception area. Given the way she’d done business with him, he wasn’t surprised.